The 1996 movie I am referring to in the title features both Janeane Garofalo and Uma Thurman.  Just saying.

The other night I had a dream about cats.  Specifically, a bunch of cats I was taking care of while their owner was away.   The owner wanted me to keep them all in a big wooden chest the whole time (a chest which looked suspiciously like the one in my room in Berlin).  I felt uneasy about this, but was also afraid that I’d get way allergic if I let them run rampant through the house.

Sierra came by to see the cats, before the two of us headed out to a party.  Oh the bus ride there, however, I discovered that she’d smuggled one of the cats along under her sweater.  It was a big, fat gray tabby cat.  “ I just wanted him to get out a little!” Sierra insisted.  The cat began to chat with us, and I was briefly surprised by his talking, until he explained that cats had always been able to talk, and had just chosen not to.